( He seems hesitant as he slowly looks over his shoulder in the direction of the offending, buried.... Thing. After a moment, he lifts his arm to point at a small lump of sand sticking up; something is beneath it. )
There was a bag. There was something..... alive. Inside it. But I made it dead.
( He thinks, anyway. He buried it, snuffed out its life, surely.... that thrumming brightness. )
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There was a bag. There was something..... alive. Inside it. But I made it dead.
( He thinks, anyway. He buried it, snuffed out its life, surely.... that thrumming brightness. )